My first words of my impression of being on the surface of the Moon that just came to my mind was ‘magnificent desolation’. There is no place on Earth as desolate as what I was viewing in those first moments on the lunar surface. Because I realized what I was looking at, towards the horizon and in every direction, had not changed in hundreds, thousands of years. Beyond me I could see the Moon curving away — no atmosphere, black sky. Cold. Colder than anyone could experience on Earth when the Sun is up. No sign of life whatsoever. That is desolate. More desolate than any place on Earth.